The Bee

There was a time,
when I was younger,
when I would stand
oh so still

don’t move or you’ll scare it,
don’t scare it or it will sting you,
but if you don’t
it won’t
so don’t be afraid,

and it would leave the loud boys,
the boys who’d been chasing it,
little monster that it was,
little monster with a sword,
it would kill you soon as look at you,
it the knight and they the many headed dragon,

and come upon me
be still
and land
be safe
on me
be fearless
and up come the boys
and there I am,
standing alone in the trees, girl and bee.
And boys, until they leave.

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